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[lsanderson]

It's just slid past noon, and I've not made it downstairs to rescue the papers off the front porch. Orange juice, aspirin and maybe some food seem in order. Or maybe a great big bloody mary. What a blast last night.

It's been more than a few years since I've been running around in a restaurant kitchen (as Karen could probably tell when we were hiding in the cooler and I was misidentifying food). It wasn't cheap, but the chef explained each course, the waiter and sommelier spent half the night at our table, and we seemed to have our own bus boy. I'd have more pictures, but I didn't charge Thong's camera before I absconded with it, and it started to scream at me when Karen and I went up to see the line. I stopped taking pictures then except for the separate courses.

The table is right by a large window in the kitchen of Vincent's, 1100 Nicollet Mall Minneapolis, MN 55403-2405 Phone: (612) 630-1189. It was warm, but it was just so much fun. Never the madhouse I ustta see at the Black Forest or Fletcher's on a busy summer night. It was a smoothly running place with lots of cooks. They put up with us running around very cheerfully, and it was a totally different experience than sitting in the front of the restaurant. They told us to treat it like home, and it sure felt like it.